The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 9Volume 2 .4 - Lets Eat It Together ♥
ROUND 9 – Let’s Eat It Together ♥ 4
“…Can I eat it now?”
Yuzuki nodded slightly at Emoto-san’s question.
The cherry blossom bloomed on Emoto-san’s lips.
The way she savored it was as if she were appreciating the essence of nature itself.
“It’s really… delicious.”
Yuzuki blushed shyly while incessantly fiddling with her hair.
Having swallowed the wagashi, Emoto-san gently touched Yuzuki’s shoulder.
“…Despite always claiming to be the ‘older sister,’ I’ve been pretending not to notice Yuzuki’s feelings, and I stopped seeing you as an individual and as a ‘younger sister’ at some point. I guess I was so preoccupied with wanting to be recognized and liked by Yuzuki that I ended up causing a lot of trouble…”
She looked down, her lips curling up softly at the corners.
“I’m truly sorry for the other day. Will you make up with me?”
Yuzuki smiled shyly.
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“Yes. Thank you for always being by my side… Ruru.”
Emoto-san’s eyes begin to well up with tears after hearing that.
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A few minutes later, Emoto-san finally calmed down after finishing her green tea.
She snuggled up close to Yuzuki and rubbed her shoulder affectionately.
I’m glad to see that the bond between sisters has been restored.
Although they had made up, it didn’t mean everything was over.
Rather, this was just the beginning.
It’s the counterattack──Mamori Suzufumi’s turn.
“It seems that Emoto-san and I are quite similar.”
I opened the bamboo skin that had been set aside in the corner of the kitchen.
What appeared was a pork loin that had been brought back to room temperature.
The pork is cut into stripes with a knife, lightly beaten, and seasoned with salt and pepper.
Up to this point, the process was almost identical to Emoto-san’s recipe.
From here on out was my own path.
The ‘immoral meal’, the counterpart to the ‘moral meal’.
Now, I’m going to dress up the pork loin.
There are three trays placed in the kitchen, each containing flour, egg mixture, and breadcrumbs.
The pork was dressed in layers, as if donning innerwear, tops, and outerwear, embellishing themselves one by one.
By this point, the two of them must have realized what I was about to make.
“I’m going to fry up some tonkatsu!”
I dropped the pork into the oil heated to 170 degrees Celsius.
The sea of oil was filled with bubbles immediately.
There’s something about the smell of oil that just shakes the brain.
A few minutes later, I lifted the pork out when the sound of frying lightened.
After draining the oil well, I transferred it to the cutting board and switched from tongs to a knife.
Chop, chop, chop.
The rhythmic sound of the knife and pork at regular intervals is practically hip-hop.
The wave-like attack of meat and oil easily penetrated the kitchen and bared its fangs at Yuzuki and Emoto-san in the living room.
Emoto-san had a relaxed smile on her face while Yuzuki was captivated by the tonkatsu.
“I knew it, is it because of Mamori-san’s influence that Yuzuki has come to like pork? But there’s no problem even if the main ingredient is the same. My meticulously calculated ‘Steamed Pork with Mushroom Sauce’ will not lose to tonkatsu in any way, except perhaps in calorie count?”
Indeed, if this were a pork showdown, she would have a good chance of winning.
Unfortunately, what I’m making is not just a pork dish.
Even tonkatsu, which would normally be the star, plays a supporting role in this dish—it’s an ‘immoral meal’ that holds its own even against pork bowls.
In fact, most of the preparation was done before the two arrived.
The tonkatsu was actually the final step.
I lit the stove under a large pot.
Inside the covered pot, the ultimate form of food that was born from the fusion of dozens of ingredients was eagerly awaiting its turn.
The more it warmed up, the more intense the aroma became and the more it invaded the space.
“Don’t tell me, this smell is…?!”
Yuzuki was the first to notice. Her whole body trembled, and her eyes lost focus.
Her reaction was normal.
Surely, she wouldn’t have a shred of resistance left once the finished product was before her.
“Ugh, so that’s what it was…!”
A few moments later, Emoto-san seemed to have grasped what I was about to serve.
The rich aroma of spices dominated the living room, stealing away people’s thoughts.
While the two were flustered, I served the freshly cooked steaming rice on a wide round plate.
The contents of the pot seemed to have warmed up nicely.
I opened the lid and broke the seal.
Instantly, the aroma surged like a tidal wave. The brown surface of the liquid shone with a brilliance that could rival the Aegean Sea.
The true identity of what was prepared in the pot was curry roux. It was a special curry that I had concocted from a blend of spices.
This time, the ingredients for the curry included pork belly, potatoes, and carrots.
However, I cut the ingredients into smaller pieces to highlight the tonkatsu.
“Alright, let’s serve it right away.”
I generously ladled the bubbling roux beside the rice.
The flavor of the spices filled the air so intensely that I nearly lost consciousness myself.
The cut tonkatsu landed on the ‘Rice Island’, ensuring it didn’t lose its crispiness to the roux.
Finally, I added shredded cabbage as a garnish, and it was complete.
“The dish I’m going to serve Yuzuki is katsu curry!”
When I placed it on the table, Yuzuki’s eyes sparkled.
She was desperately trying to regulate her breathing, as if to prevent the demon of hunger lurking within from running wild.
Emoto-san looked at her with concern.
“Yuzuki, do you want to eat it that badly?”
When I asked, Yuzuki deliberately turned her face away from me.
“I-it’s not like I have the slightest desire to eat it quickly? It’s just, you know, since I’m the judge this time, I can’t just not eat it…”
“No? I mean, Yuzuki, you can pass the judgment right here if you think it’s not worth it to eat this?”
Yuzuki visibly panicked when I teased her.
“…Suzufumi, you’re the one who can’t wait to be judged, right? You’d be lonely if you couldn’t make my meals anymore?”
Yuzuki lifted the corners of her lips in a triumphant smile.
“Right, I’d be lonely.”
I confessed my honest feelings.
“I can’t even imagine a day when I won’t be able to cook for you, Yuzuki. So please, would you eat the katsu curry I’ve put my heart into making and judge it for me?”
Gazing straight into Yuzuki’s eyes, I pleaded earnestly.
“Well, if you insist that much… I suppose I could try it…”
Yuzuki replied with her ears turning a faint red.
She clasped her hands together and took hold of the spoon.
